You probably don’t know what it’s like to survive hellAnd still continue grinning with a face decorated perfectlyBy eyes that still continuing livingHiding underneath all the uncertainty of a crimson painted smileThe sun that glistens her skin and makes it glitter all the whileTo hide the bruises and the pain from the broken milesDancing in the rain as it cleanses her soulFrom all the damage she’s enduredShooting all the ghosts that creep in the treesRunning down dreams like roping a black slick muleyA cowgirl, you see, is a woman with dignityWho has the capacity to endure hardship without complaintReckless, generous and loyalYou probably don’t know what these women have seenBecause all good cowgirls possess a little outlaw in them..